Lesbian Collection Novels & Stories

I stared at the blank page for a long moment before finally writing. This collection was created for women who survived versions of themselves they thought would destroy them. Twelve pieces. Twelve conversations between softness and strength. Between grief and reinvention. Between who we were and who we became after surviving. The collection name will be revealed on February twenty-eighth. Until then… Come curious. Alvara Dane I read it twice. Then sent it to Seren. Her reply came less than a minute later. This is beautiful. I smiled softly and leaned back in the chair.

Heat flared through her at the memory of his fingers inside her. “We can use the demographic tables for the slides,” she said, voice still rough. Liam’s fingers brushed the side of her wrist in a slow stroke. “The catalog should have the full P*F behind the paywall.” They stood together. Maya’s legs felt unsteady. He followed close behind her as they walked to the computer terminals near the reference section. The floor was nearly empty. One student sat far away with headphones on. The librarian’s desk was dark. Liam logged in, found the article, and started the d******d. While the progress bar crawled he turned his head and spoke against her hair.

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

CHAPTER 1 I pushed open the bathroom stall door with shaking hands and locked it behind me. My panties were already soaked again just from watching Miss Sarah walk past my desk in that tight black pencil skirt that hugged her soft, round ass. The same ass I had been dying to spank until it turned pink. My name is Lily, twenty-five and secretary to the CEO of Beaufort Fashion Collection. I was completely obsessed with my boss.

Wren Solano held a badge that said JUNIOR CURATOR and a patience that said she had catalogued worse than this. The problem was the man who held the key. Caleb Voss was not junior anything. Collections access. After-hours authority. The person you called when a loan arrived late or a donor wanted to “just peek” at a drawing that was not, under any policy, peekable. Forty, maybe. Sleeves rolled because the basement ran warm. A voice that never needed to rise. He signed for things Wren was still learning the numbers of. Tonight’s problem had a name: a folio of erotic studies, eighteenth-century, promised to a spring exhibition, delivered three hours after the loading dock officially stopped exi

But I was still hungry for more. Lena grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my knees were beside my head, completely folding me in half. My asshole and pussy were fully exposed and pointing straight up at her. “Hold your legs there,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare move.” I grabbed behind my knees, presenting myself like the nastiest whore imaginable. Lena poured more lube directly onto my holes, letting it drip down obscenely. Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit.

No camaraderie between friends, none of the love which children inspire, all was a scene of boundless squalor, of unsavory boredom in every sordid relation. Shock and terror entered her heart. She had underestimated her daughter's threat and the power of her magical darts. If the earth kept going without love, all life would perish. And each immortal god would shrink and wither along with it. Venus herself had noticed the change in her beauteous person. She quickly got off her couch and stood before her massive mirror. There was a single silver hair on her godhead. A single silver hair among the gold was like a poison needle plunging deep into her heart.

my manager asks me, even my co-Model who was with me in the changing room got curious. "We're dating that's it," I said then shrug, like can I said I was her Slave? no, it's not gonna happen it's a secret, Black Angel Society was a known LGBTQ community Society of course, from outside they know it was a brotherhood and sisterhood for LGBTQ members rich or poor, they know some stuff like Racing or any sports or casino only for the members, and there is this Famous island that exclusively only members can go, it's really expensive so rich members can. "Shun Yu is a Lesbian we know it but she's so hot," My co-model Lian said, I just smile.

Something beautiful and obedient to fuck, protect, and display. But she kept looking at me like I was the only thing that made her feel safe. And worse, I liked it. I stood in front of the box for nearly an hour. Custom leather, hand-stitched, with black velvet lining. A collar rested inside. Not a pet’s collar, not something humiliating or cheap. This was designed for one purpose, to bind a woman not beneath me, but beside me. A symbol of chosen submission. Of surrender. I had never given it to anyone before. But tonight, I would offer it to Arianna.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at